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I like it. I like it so much that I bite a little harder, sucking on the skin as if I’m trying to draw out a little piece of his soul.
His breath hitches, a strangled noise resonating in the back of his throat, and he curses again before laying me gently on the bed. His body drapes over mine for a second, and when I finally release his skin with a wet pop, he drops his head and kisses me hard and deep.
It’s like he’s trying to punish and praise me all at once, and I kiss him back just as desperately, meeting every stroke of his tongue as our teeth bang together. When he finally pulls away, I’m panting for breath again, my lungs struggling to get enough oxygen.
He stands slowly, flanked by the other three as they all gather by the foot of the bed. They’re all still naked, so gloriously naked, and I can’t stop looking at them. When we arrived at the cabin on that first day and they shifted back to human form with no clothes on, I dragged my gaze away from their nude bodies and ran inside like my hair was on fire.
But that was an old version of Sable. One I’m not even sure exists anymore.
One I sort of hope won’t exist after tonight.
Instead of shying away, I let my gaze rove everywhere it wants to, soaking up the sight of them and committing it to memory. They’re all big men, though Trystan is the tallest of the group, and they’re all made of rippling muscle that’s highlighted by tan, smooth skin.
And they’re all hard.
Their cocks jut out from their bodies, each a slightly different size and shape, and I bite my lip as I study them, doing with my eyes what I did with my hand to Dare earlier—exploring every inch of them.
“Fuck, Sable,” Archer murmurs, his normally smooth voice rough with strain. “When you look at us like that…”
There’s such open longing in his voice that it makes my chest squeeze, an entirely new kind of ache spreading through me to join the heat already flooding my veins.
I want to keep looking at them. But even more than that, I want to touch them.
I want them to touch me.
My skin is still uncomfortably hot, my nerve-endings so sensitive that my clothes feel confining and scratchy. So I sit up on the bed, reaching down to grab the hem of my shirt before tugging it over my head.
I’m still not wearing a bra, and my nipples tighten as cool air meets my skin. All four of the men standing by the foot of the bed growl, and as I begin to shimmy out of my slightly-too-big jeans, they finally move.
The mattress dips and the bed creaks slightly as they all crawl up beside me. The bed isn’t big—it was only built with two occupants in mind, not five—but that just means the men have to crowd closer around me as Dare and Trystan tug the pant legs over my feet before tossing the jeans on the floor.
All that’s left is my panties now.
That’s the only stitch of clothing anyone in this room is wearing.
And it still feels like way too much.
Dare must think so too, because he grabs them and tears them from my body, flinging them away like they’ve personally affronted him. The movement is so fast and decisive that it draws a shocked, breathless laugh out of me, and when I look back at his wild features, I find him grinning down at me.
Then his expression grows more serious, and he runs his hands up my legs, his calloused palms gliding over my calves, knees, and thighs. “This is what you want, Sable? Us? This?”
I’m nodding before he’s even finished speaking. There’s no reason to hesitate. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
“Yes.”
As if that was the single word they’ve been waiting for, three other sets of hands fall on me too, and my body temperature shoots up as if I’ve stepped into an inferno. The feral smile reappears on Dare’s face as he settles between my legs, gripping my thighs in his large hands to spread them wider apart. I can feel wetness coating my thighs, and all four men must be able to smell my arousal, because suddenly, their caresses border on desperate.
Trystan leans over to kiss me again, picking up where we left off in the living room while Ridge and Archer explore my body with their hands and mouths. And Dare…
I can feel his broad shoulders between my legs, his hold still firm on my thighs. Then I feel the warm tickle of breath on my core, and my entire body tenses with anticipation.
When his warm, wet tongue licks a line all the way up my center, I cry out into Trystan’s mouth, my back arching so hard it’s like I’m being electrocuted.
“Oh… Oh, God!”
I feel the vibrations of the pleased, hungry sound Dare makes, and then he licks me again. Ridge bites down on my nipple at the same time, making sparks explode inside my body.
Archer catches one of my flailing hands, linking our fingers together to ground me in this storm of sensation even as his own lips trail over the delicate skin of my wrist, awakening nerve-endings I didn’t even know existed.
